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BLURB: [Siren Allure: Erotic Cowboy Romance, older hero, HEA]Warren Murphy spent his adult years working for Leroy Jenkins, the local cattle baron. He loved his job almost as much as he did women. He was loving life as one of the most sought-after bachelors in the county.
Amber Jenkins is the only heir to the Jenkins fortune and the apple of her granddaddy’s eye. Years of growing up around Warren turned her teenage girl fantasies into a love that she couldn’t ignore. Despite her attempts at seduction, he pushes her away and out of his life.
Tragedy soon strikes and the two are face-to-face with one another on a daily basis. Warren finds it increasingly hard to deny his attraction toward Amber and is left with a choice. Does he give in to something he craves so desperately? Or does he let her go, knowing that he has never known a seduction as intimate and sweet as hers?
He made his way down the hall and was about to knock on the door when he heard the muffled sound of a cry coming from the other side. Without hesitation he went in and was stopped dead in his tracks.
In that moment, time ceased to exist. He stopped breathing, air no longer moved in and out of his lungs. His heart stopped beating the rhythmic melody of his pulse, and his vision locked onto her female form.
She stood there in a pair of tiny white panties, a strapless bra, and her dress was pooled at her feet as though she had merely just stepped out of it and into a painting of Michelangelo.
Everything about her was beautiful in that moment, except for the tears that streaked her cheeks. His heart must have started to beat again, because a horrible pain came from it, and he had to fight the urge to rub at it in an effort to assuage the hurt.
“No.” She shook her head at him in protest. “I told you to go. Please go.”
He watched in sadness as her tear-stained cheeks were decorated with new tears. Cries, heart-breaking cries tore from her throat as he took a few steps closer to her.
“Baby, no. I am not leaving you.”
He kept coming toward her, ignoring that she took a step back to match every one he made forward. She kept up the effort to distance herself from him for several steps until her back met with the wall and she shuddered.
She shook her head again. “You can’t do this. It’s not fair.” Closing her eyes tightly, she whispered, “Please just go.”
He now stood in front of her. His lips just inches from hers as he fought the urge to kiss them and taste that sweetness he could only recall in his mind.
“What’s not fair?” he asked in a soft voice.
Her eyes flashed open when she heard him. The close proximity of their bodies obviously startled her, and she started to push at his chest. Her movements were part pounding fists and part protests to how near he was to her, but only his firmly planted feet kept him from moving.
Despite her best intentions, she wasn’t trying that hard to push him away. He waited for her motions to slow. Sobs were coming out in between some words he couldn’t make out. Slowly, he took her wrists in his hands and pulled them around his waist.
He brought their two bodies together and wrapped his arms around her nearly naked form. She shivered under his touch, and he gently smoothed down her hair and whispered soothing words into her ear.
He wasn’t even sure what he was saying. His heart was racing with conflicting emotions. She was in his arms again, but it was obvious how much hurt he had caused her. He made another mental note to kick his ass again for being the reason she shed even one tear.
“Tell me what to say, Amber. Please stop crying. I’ll say anything to make you stop being sad.” No truer words were ever spoken.
Her one word answer also served as a question. A question that he didn’t understand, but wanted to be able to explain whatever it was she needed to hear.
“Why what, baby?”
She pulled away from his hold and looked up at him. Her beautiful green eyes looked glazed over and withdrawn.
“Why did you push me away that night? Why wasn’t I good enough? Why are you here now? Why won’t you leave? Why do you act jealous of Michael when, after I gave myself to you, you treated it like it was the biggest mistake of your life? Why are you breaking my heart all over again? Why?”
If there was a way for words to reach into his soul and tear it into shreds, he had just experienced it. The pain in her voice was so raw, so real that he knew she wasn’t just talking. She was reliving the pain of rejection he had inflicted upon her. All the doubts and insecurities he saw in her eyes were completely his fault. She was beautiful, vibrant, and the most amazing woman who he ever had a chance with, and she was broken because of him.
Nothing he could say would even do justice to half of her questions. There was no excuse for what he did to her, how he treated her. All he knew was that it was the biggest damn mistake of his life, and he’d be damned if he made the same one again.
He took her face his hands, dropping his forehead against hers. “I’m the biggest fuckup there is, baby. I have no answers, but please don’t make me go now that I finally know how much you mean to me.”
Her wide eyes blinked back at him as he made his plea. “I….you...what are you saying?”
How could he explain something to her even he didn’t understand? She was hurting. He was hurting. If he tried to put what he was feeling into words, he would probably screw things up even worse.
No. There weren’t even any words to describe what was going through his mind. He couldn’t wait any longer either. Ever since that night he’d sent her away he had tried to recall the sweetness of her kiss, the softness of her lips.
As each day passed he could remember less and less. Now here she was, with him, in his arms, their bodies close. She was his. Whatever he needed to do to make sure she knew that, too, he would. Right now, though, all that mattered was taking what he missed so much.
In a swift movement, not taking the chance of her pulling away, he pressed his mouth to hers. She gasped in surprise, and he swallowed her surprise. With her mouth open, he swept his tongue inside and stroked it against the wet, velvety sweetness of hers.
This right here. Jesus, this was what he missed so badly.
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